Текст песни laundry - cehryl

Everything′s falling onto the floor
We rocket downstairs, shoot through the door
It's open ′til late, it's Saturday
We don't have to rush, but we could still race
You run to me, so I run away

Two blocks down, you catch me
Three piles down in our laundry
Everyone′s out, it′s Saturday
What should we do while we wait?
I run to you, then we run away

You know, you know, you know that might be
My favourite Saturday I've ever seen
Running below the blackish blue
Why was it still so cold in June?
But you know, you know, you know that might be
The happiest I′ve ever been
Twenty-two, I belong to you
I want you to keep that memory, too

Sometimes, sometimes
On the Sunday afternoons, afternoons
I burrow, curl into my head without you
Daydream, bad dream
I went to the future machine
Where I couldn't find you with me in the picture

I scream, imagining
I grieve the day we change
I′ll fiend for what we were every day
Now I'm spinning ′round your room
Washing, twisting out my blues
Coming back in your cocoon like yesterday

Well I just want you to know you might be
My favourite Saturday I've ever seen
Running around the neighbourhood
Running, I knew you understood
You know, you know, you know that might be
The happiest I've ever been
Twenty-three, I belong to you
I want you to keep the memory, too